The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1887-01-22
NOTES ABOUT PEOPLE.

NOTES ABOUT PEOPLE.
An almost unanimous chorus OF
praise goes up all over England at the
OF DIR. Percival TO be the
head master of Rugby. He is declared
to stand next to Arnold and Vaughan on
the roll of great pedagogues.
The Emperor OF China ia the
shortest monarch in the world, being
only five fest tall; the Emperor William
OF Germany is the tsllest, being just six
feet; Prince Albert of Germany, nephew
OF the Emperor, is six feet six inches tall;
the Emperor of Russia Is nearly six feet.
Rosa Bonheur is now little, stout
lady of masculine appearance; her hair is
gray in places and parted on the side; and
she has bright black eyes, strongly mark
ed features, and wonderfully resolute
mouth. She wears a plain black silk
skirt, with vest and Jacket of black
velvet, and white linen collar and cuffs.
MIR. Henry James will spend the
winter in Florence. The English people
have, contrary to the reviewer, set the
seal OF their approval upon The Princess
Casamassima," his last and greatest
work. He is in reality the founder of the
modern realistic. philosophic school of
fiction. Howells, his greatest disciple, &C.
knowledges him as his master and chief.
The late John Stoughton Newber-
ry, OF Detroit, whose will has just been
made public, was native Of Oneida
county, N. Y. Nearly all his life was
spent in Michigan, and he was promi-
nently identified with nearly all the great
railroad enterprise of that State. He
amassed fortune of several million dol
lars, and often gave sums ranging up to
$2OO,OOO each to religious and benevolent
institutions.
Mot long since, it is related, Mr.
Oscar Browning, an English poet of the
later generation, was at an at home"
Mr.. Tsnnyson was also present. "Ah,
how dye do, Mr.. Tennyson? cried the
young verse writer, as he forced his way
toward the laureate; I've had the pleas
ure Of meeting you before" Then Mr..
Tennyson, who counts the author OF
Red Cotton Night. Cap Country" one
OF his intimates: at don't know you at
all. L don't know who you are. But
you're not Browning. know Brown
ing"
Miss Rose Elizabeth Cleveland's
home is her castle, and it's privacy is not
invaded by sany one, says the Brook
Ign Magazine. Invited guests find it
delightful place to visit, and the few init
mate friends she has in Holland Patent
have welcome always. In the decora-
tions with which che is surrounded, in
that blending Of the old and the new, we
find all that indicates real home. Her
fathers secretary and arm chair are in her
library, her mothers easy chair is in her
room; the great mahogany sideboard is
In the dining room and the piano and
parlor furnishings, once her mothers, are
now hers.
President Hayes, as college stu
dent, is said to have kept minute diary
and examined himself as to his motives,
purposes, ideas and aspirations. He de-
clares himself as being at that time too
ready to try the edge of his wit on others,
and perceiving this failing he proceeded to
curb it. Whether this had the effect or
not of bringing about change in the
opposite direction, he is described as
painfully bashful in society. From the
two extremes he at last struck medium.
He was addicted to every kind of manly
sport, and excelled in shooting, hunting,
swimming and skating, while as a fisher
man he was especially successful.
1t is not perhaps generally known
at Princeton that among the ballads of
Thackeray is to be found one on DIR. Nc
Gosh. The occasion Of the writing of
this is quite interesting. At the time
when the effort was made to put Protes-
tant education into the Queens colleges,
DIR. McCosh was pastor in Scotland,
and had already published two of his
great works. He was called to the pro.
fessorship of logic and metaphysics in
the college at Belfast, and the conse.
quence was great cutlery on the part of
all Irisbmen because one of their own
nationality had not been chosen for the
position. Ridiculing this outcry, Thack-
cray wrote the ballad in question, entitled,
The Last Irish Grievance
The portrait OF miser which is
being drawn in the contest over the will
of James Henry Paine, of New York,
would furnish rich material for a novelist.
The habits OF the man, who left 100000
tied up in an old handkerchief, are
shown by his visits to a restaurant for
his meals. He was very fond of mutton
stews. Occasionly one would not suffice
and he would call for a second; the price
for stew was ten cents. Generally his
pockets we're stuffed with pieces of dry
bread, which would at times fall out on
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